When Gabrielle didn’t stop kissing at Ginny’s weak musings, she didn’t ponder her words too heavily. The hand on her naked thigh pretty much destroyed Ginny’s ability to think.
Ginny couldn’t believe her response to one of Gabrielle’s little hands. It felt like her fingertips trailed fire along her skin. It was so amazing. Was she really that randy or was it something about Gabrielle?
The hand on Gabrielle’s hip began to move inward. Teasingly, Ginny trailed them over Gabrielle’s tummy then traced the curve of the swell of her breast. While her fingers did that for a while, Ginny eventually moved them to find the taut flesh of Gabrielle’s nipples.
Gabrielle’s words about Fleur kept resurfacing in her mind. Fleur would get into bed? With who? Was Gabrielle hinting that Fleur would want to bed Ginny too?